So our dream came true the other week. Me and The Lass got to session a wedding party.
There's nothing we love more than a confetti covered dance floor, the muffled tones of a northern bruiser DJ mumbling over garage cover versions of Girls Aloud and the sounds of a buffet being uncovered (seriously I can hear it over a mile away. The folding of napkins and the clang of tureens gets me hot under the collar).
We were also a bit sick with excitement to be attending the wedding of one of our fave couples of all time...Becky and Scott. They're the only people I know who would have a first dance to a Pete Doherty tune, and then pose for Asbo photos in their full bridal attire. If you bump into them in the street shake their hands, and/or snog their faces off cuz they are buzzing.
According to The Lass a wedding party is the ''harshest place to hang out''. After the first 10 minutes I had to agree... a lot of Stella, a lot of after-shave and a lot of skin heads. We were in our element. We loved talking about our tattoos, better yet we loved talking about your tattoos, but more than that we loved it when you touched said tattoos. Seriously.
''Im gonna get some background ont background.''
'I dont know why, but I always lean on fotos...'
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